Every time I fall asleep
I keep seeing these
Bodiless forms
Telling me to,
Rather than sound the seventh trumpet,
To just yell really loud
Like I found Al Gore in my shirt
I'd take his hand
And lead him to
Hagerstown, Maryland
To listen to some skramz
To broaden his tonal horizon
To meet my hand
As I punch his face
For taking my energy drink
Don't Take My Energy Drink
I hate you, Al Gore
I want my money back
I'm bored
Bored Bored Bored
Bored for a week
In a psychiatric hospital
For depression
EXTREME
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